Lemon Boy ~ A Yuri Plisetsky X Reader (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

Previously...

After I come back from the springs,
head downstairs to have breakfast.

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I quickly scale down the stairs, my shoes taping against the hard wood floors. As I reach the bottom, I can smell smoke from Whats-her-name's cigarette.God Dammit.

"Hey! Yuri's sister! Where are you?" I shout. "(Y/N), I told you to call me Mari." I hear her somewhere in the kitchen.
"Alright that answered my question." I say heading towards the kitchen, the smell getting more and more intense.

I walk into the kitchen to find her sitting at the table, casually browsing through a magazine. I recognized the person on the front of the magazine.
"Vicktor Nickiforov, huh?"

"Yeah." she replies. "Oh, that reminds me! Did you see the competition?" She asks peeling her gaze from the magazine. "No, my power went out. What happened?"
There was an uncomfortable silence. Oh come on! How is it gonna get this serious, so early in the morning?

"Don't you see the difference? Anyone missing?" She asks.
"No not really-" I start but then stop.There's a long pause.
"Where's Vicktor?"

Mari paused a moment, and explained the house dog's disappearance.
"Vicktor... is gone." She says "After Yuri found out, he was failing his jumps left and right, causing him to fall to last place." I felt tears actively gathering in my eyes, threatening to fall.

Vicktor was so young! How could he have died? He had at least 8 more years until a natural death.
"H-how?" I stuttered, looking Mari in the eye.
"Heart attack" she replied, looking down.

I squeezed the baggy sleeves of my sweatshirt as my tears rolled as far as my neck. Covering my eyes with my arm, I take my leave to the bathroom. "G-give me a moment, ok?" I say between sobs.

After washing up in the bathroom, I come back to the kitchen to see Mari cooking a omelet at the stove.
"Is a cheese omelet ok?" She asks.
"Yeah that's fine." replied choking on a sob.

Eating the omelet, I realized how good these tasted. I ended up wolfing it down, along with a glass of water and an orange.

When I left the table, I decided to take a trip to one of the nearest cafés and later say hi to Yuko at the ice rink. Running upstairs, I pass Mr. Katsuki. As I run past him, I see a surprised look on his face. "Eyo!" I yell as I run past him.

I throw open the door of my room and sprint to the corner we're I put my bag. I dig through it to grab my backpack, purse thing. It was a red quilt like backpack with flower decorations in which contained my sketchbook, pencil, eraser, water bottle, and my small stash of Lindor Chocolate Truffles™️.

I run back down the stairs and put the door. I faintly hear Mr. Katsuki say something like, "Since when did (Y/N) get here?" I continue to run up the street to the café.

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"Come on, (Y/N)!" Yuko scolds. "Your leg is way too sloppy!"
"I'm trying!" I shout back. "Well apparently you're not trying hard enough!" She says smirking.

"Says the one not even on the ice!"
"S-shut up!"
"How can I shut up if you can't grow up?"

Thats when I heard the door open and close. Yuko and I both looked toward the door to see a nervous looking Yuri standing there. I immediately run off the ice to hug him. I burry my face on his jacket and he immediately tenses up."I'm sorry..." I say, my voice muffled.

"For what?" he asks. I then quickly think over what I should tell him. 'If I tell the truth he may cry...' I resolve my problem by lying. "For this." I say as I snatch his glasses from his face, and running through the rink with them. "HEY!" he yells as Yuko laughs on the sidelines.

"NEEEEEEERRRRRRRD!" I proceed to yell. Then the blade of my skate got caught on the ground.

'Shit'

"No running in the rink!" I hear Yuko say in a sing-song voice. I still manage to keep the glasses over my head so his glasses won't break...but I think I broke my face.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck Karma..." I say groggily as I get up and give Yuri his glasses back. I sigh and rub my head. "Ok...why don't we head home now?" I suggest, sitting down to untie my laces.

"I'll meet you there ,(Y/N), ok?" He replies. "Fine." I shrug. As I untie the laces of my skates, I hear a notification go off in my pocket.
'Incoming snowstorm?' I ask myself.
'What the fuck...' I then stand up and head for home.